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Meng Wantang was sitting on the small bench, holding apricots in her hands.

She tasted half of it and it was sweet, stuffed it into the little fat mouth, and slowly put two sticks of firewood into the stove.

Gollum~ Gollum~

The aroma of braised pork is so overbearing that you can smell it from half a village away.

In this resource-poor era, the taste of braised food is like a nuclear weapon.

The whole brigade exploded!

Meng Wantang felt a little wicked when he heard the crying children next door.

Who makes their family, from adults to children, have such bad mouths? She doesn't mind scolding her, but it's not okay to scold her children.

"Lu Suihe, add more firewood."

Gou Sheng obediently added firewood: "How long until we can eat it?"

"I'll let you eat it after dinner." Meng Wantang said.

Gou Sheng sighed: "Don't we have to wait another hour?"

"Are you in a hurry?"

Meng Wantang asked with a smile.

Gou Sheng looked at Ma's yard and said with disgust, "It's so annoying. I cry all the time, so girly."

Meng Wantang: "..."

The braised pork is finally ready.

This hour was an ordeal for the entire team.

Many people want to ask Meng Wantang what delicious food their family cooks.

But the door was closed, so I was too embarrassed to stand at the door and shout.

"Have a meal!"

As soon as Meng Wantang spoke, the children cheered instantly, and even the little fat boy smiled shyly.

The children are really happy.

Meng Wantang pinched Xiaopang's little face. It was not easy, but he finally gained some meat.

Children get fat when they say they are fat, and they become fat in the blink of an eye.

But if you have a sick face, you will lose weight quickly.

Raising children is not easy.

Meng Wantang took out the pork liver, cut it into slices and put it on a plate. The pig's trotters and other things are all cut up, put in a basin and served to the table.

In the evening we had rice.

Meng Wantang specially fried a green vegetable and cooked a cucumber.

If you pat the cucumber with a knife, you still get two servings.

One with spiciness, one without spiciness.

Meng Wantang is the type who doesn't enjoy anything without spicy food. She ate cucumbers with a knife and gnawed a piece of pig's trotters, feeling that this life was wonderful.

Lu Qingye had never seen her look so happy.

The impression that Meng Wantang gave him in the past was that he had a frown and a arrogant look on his face, and he did not look relaxed at all at this moment.

Meng Wantang noticed his gaze, and her heart skipped a beat.

He looked at him like this, could it be that he had revealed his secret?

No!

The original owner likes to eat pig's trotters so much, and she just showed that she also likes it very much.

Meng Wantang couldn't eat it at first, so she specially picked a small piece of pig's trotters and gnawed it slowly.

"Why do you look at me like that? Eat quickly. You can buy it next time after you finish."

Before Lu Qingye could say anything, he said first: "You still eat pig's trotters every day, how can our family not survive?"

"Pass."

Meng Wantang sighed again as he said this.

"Let's have a meal today to satisfy our craving. I'll buy a pig's head and braise it in a few days. Then we'll eat some every day." Meng Wantang also wanted to eat meat every day and keep her children fat.

But this is simply unrealistic.

The money in your pocket cannot be wasted casually.

Gou Sheng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this: "Dad, please take care of your wife. She is also a prodigal."

Lu Qingye: "..."

Meng Wantang: "..."

Nothing happened after dinner.

Meng Wantang started making cotton-padded clothes for several children.

Nowadays, when making cotton-padded clothes, we lay down our own cotton. It takes a lot of time to tear the cotton apart and put it on layer by layer. It takes a lot of time to make a cotton coat.

Now she has to go to work during the day and only has time to make clothes for her children at night.

This is Meng Wantang's first time making cotton-padded clothes, and her hands are relatively new. She plans to make it first and try it out. If it doesn't fit, she will take it apart and make it again.

It was still early now, and the children went out to play after dinner.

They were the only two in the room.

Lu Qingye came over to help. When picking up cotton, their hands accidentally touched each other.

And quickly separated at the same time.

"You take it first."

"you take."

The two spoke in unison, and the atmosphere became awkward again.

Meng Wantang looked up at Lu Qingye, and Lu Qingye also happened to look up at her.

Four eyes facing each other.

Something seemed different in the air.

Meng Wantang almost raised her hand to cover her heart. She lowered her head and took a piece of cotton, put it in her hand and tore it off. Tear into a thin slice and place on top.

Lu Qingye also followed her example and made a thin slice and placed it there.

"I plan to go to work tomorrow." Lu Qingye said in a deep voice.

Meng Wantang's expression was extremely fierce: "Your waist hasn't healed yet, but you actually want to go to work. Do you think you can revive with full blood after applying the plaster?"

"Ok?"

Meng Wantang: "..."

Oops!

I accidentally said something that did not belong to this era.

Meng Wantang was panicking, but her face didn't show it at all.

Lu Qingye thought she would rush him to work, but he didn't expect that she would object so much when he offered to go to work.

She is indeed not Meng Wantang.

There is a tear mole on the right corner of Meng Wantang's eye, and the person in front of her also has a tear mole on his face.

Lu Qingye didn't understand why there was such a huge contrast in a person's personality.

……

Lu Qingye said he was going to work, so he went anyway.

He felt that his waist was healed, and if he lay down at home, he would be delayed from work.

Lu Qingye returned to the unit, and Feng Dongyang greeted him excitedly as soon as he entered the door.

"Director, you are finally here."

Feng Dongyang is going crazy.

Seeing Lu Qingye was like seeing a savior: "That kid is really too tough-mouthed, and he still refuses to say anything."

Lu Qingye asked in a deep voice: "Don't say anything?"

"The mouth is like a clam shell and can't be pried open." Feng Dongyang was almost driven crazy by the torture of that kid.

"I gonna go see."

Lu Qingye said as he put on his gloves, opened a door, walked in, and walked down the stairs.

No one knew that there was a basement down here.

There are several cells in the basement.

Lu Qingye stopped in front of one of the cells: "Bring the person out."

"Yes."

Feng Dongyang and another person went in and took the person out.

"You go out."

When Lu Qingye was interrogating, he didn't like having people around him.

Feng Dongyang and another colleague went out immediately.

The two of them were guarding the door.

Feng Dongyang held a cigarette in his mouth: "Do you think the director can ask anything?"

The other person is named Yang Shuming.

Yang Shuming is an ordinary-looking person, the kind of person who would be hard to remember in a crowd of people.

He was also a talent specially selected by Lu Qingye.

With admiration in Yang Shuming's eyes, he said very proudly: "If the director can't find anything through interrogation, then this person must know nothing."

In the patch of land in front of the living forest, corns can no longer grow.

It can be said that there will be no harvest this year.

But there are quite a few wild melons there.

Meng Wantang picked a few from them and put them in the vegetable cellar, planning to give them to the children when she came back in the evening.